good night warlord

Under Aunt Zhou's care, Gu Qingyi was discharged from the hospital three days later. Although the fetal phase was stable, Gu Qingyi was still very careful.

Fu Yansheng and the others returned to Hancheng after seeing that things had stabilized.

Su Nianqing quickly adapted to her new identity and environment in Hancheng, which also made Gu Qingyi less worried. The most important thing now is that her father was poisoned.

After Huo Jinfeng heard what happened from her, he invited her and Zhan Shiyan to be guests without further ado. Gu Qingyi felt that it would be better to choose some gifts when he went to see Mr. Huo. like something.

She had no choice but to wait for Zhan Shiyan to finish his work in the study and ask him, Zhan Shiyan really knew:

"The old man of the Huo family is a calligraphy lover, and he especially likes to collect calligraphy and paintings of famous ancient masters."

Gu Qingyi knew it well, it was just calligraphy and paintings by famous ancient masters, although some ordinary antique shops also had them, but most of them would be put on display for sale. If you want to send it, you must send it to the heart of the old man.

The old man is the leader of the Huo family, so he must be well-informed, and Gu Qingyi can't just use an antique calligraphy and painting to perfuse the old man, otherwise it will make the old man unhappy and it will be self-defeating.

Gu Qingyi's eyes lit up when he thought of the unique and unique product, and asked while holding Zhan Shiyan's arm.
"Does the old man like Wang Hongji's paintings?"

When she was bored swiping her phone in the hospital, she had seen Wang Hongji's "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" at Jiashi's auction house recently.

Wang Hongji was a famous painter of Danqing in ancient times. All the paintings he made were collected by the emperors of all dynasties. This also made it hard to find one of his paintings. Any pair of Wang Hongji's Danqing that came out would be sky-high.

Wartime Yan smiled and nodded:
"Not only Mr. Huo likes it, but you also like it, don't you?"

Gu Qingyi wrinkled her little nose, she naturally liked it very much, because her mother's idol is Wang Hongji, and her mother's painting style also has part of Wang Hongji's painting style, so Gu Qingyi has a better understanding of Mr. Wang's paintings since she was a child.

But she and her mother like it very much, but they have never collected any paintings of Mr. Wang. One reason is that many collectors regard Mr. Wang’s paintings as family heirlooms, and there are very few authentic works of Mr. Wang published. Expensive.

Speaking of expensive, Gu Qing realized a very important question, and shook the man's arm:
"I know that Jiashi's Auction House will have an auction of Mr. Wang's paintings the day after tomorrow. Husband, let's go and have a try, shall we?"

During the war, Yan naturally would not refuse to agree:

"it is good."

Seeing his gentle smiling face, Gu Qingyi thought, she let go of his arm, and instead grabbed the shirt around his waist:

"Husband, are you done with your work?"

"almost."

Gu Qingyi looked up at the sky outside, blinked and said, "Then, are you going to rest?"

As she spoke, she began to unbutton the shirt on his waist, and just as she unbuttoned one, the little hand that was moving was wrapped in his big palm:

"Yi Bao'er, if you're tired, go to bed first, I'll take a bath first."

"Then I'll help you undress." Gu Qingyi said impatiently. After speaking, she felt that she was acting like a prostitute, and her face immediately burned red.

As usual, even if Yan didn't immediately turn into a wolf during the war, he would hug her and tease her, but today was unusual, his expression remained the same, and did not change because of her impatient gaffe.

"I'll do it myself. Don't forget the doctor's order. Although I'm discharged from the hospital, I still need to rest more."

"It's just taking off your clothes, are you still tired?" Gu Qingyi insisted, her little hand twitched in his palm, but he held it even tighter, unable to move.

During the war, Yan looked down at the appearance of her insisting on undressing herself, a dark light flashed in her restrained eyes, and said in a low voice:
"Yi Bao'er, you know that you will make me feel uncomfortable even if you touch me, so you deliberately tortured me? Huh?"

Gu Qingyi's face turned red from his hoarse words, she didn't want to torture him, she just kept thinking about his injuries.

It's been so many days, and I don't know what's going on, but judging by his unhindered appearance these days, he should be fine, so helping him undress himself is really setting fire to him.

The little hand was retracted in a panic, her eyes dodged and she didn't dare to look at him. In fact, as long as she glanced at Zhan Shiyan, she should be able to know from her familiarity with him. Although this man said ambiguous love words in his mouth, his eyes In the middle of the day, there is no such crazy emotion as before.

What he said was just to force her to give up undressing him.

Gu Qingyi let go of her hand, and when she heard the man's chuckle from above her head, she missed a beat in her heart:
"Then go wash it quickly."

The man smiled from the bottom of his throat: "Well, wait for me."

Hearing the sound of the man closing the bathroom door, Gu Qingyi felt her nervous and anxious mood relax a bit, and fanned herself twice to cool down her reddened face. Gu Qingyi felt a little thirsty, so she left the bedroom and was about to go to the kitchen Find water to drink.

There are relatively few servants in the villa, so it is very quiet, and you can hear a little noise clearly. Gu Qingyi heard the sound of bowls and spoons coming from the kitchen, and when she leaned forward, she saw Aunt Zhou busy in the kitchen , which is a bit strange.

She remembered that Yan did not have the habit of eating supper during the war, and she did not order Aunt Zhou to prepare supper today.

"Aunt Zhou, are you preparing tomorrow's breakfast ingredients so late?"

Gu Qingyi's sudden appearance obviously startled Aunt Zhou, it's not Aunt Zhou's fault, it's mainly because Gu Qingyi walked lightly, so the sudden sound was naturally a bit abrupt.

"Oh, young mistress, it's so cold at night, why did you go downstairs?"

Gu Qingyi shook the empty water bottle in her hand: "I'll come down to find some water to drink."

Aunt Zhou slapped her forehead:
"Look at me, I forgot to change the fresh water for your room, young mistress, I'll get you some water right now."

"Not in a hurry." Gu Qingyi knew that there were few people in the villa in the capital city, but things were no less frequent than the Zhanyuan in Hancheng, so it was normal for Aunt Zhou to be too busy.

While giving the kettle to Aunt Zhou, she looked inside curiously, and found that what was boiling on the cooker was a ceramic medicine pot. She walked in and fanned the heat, and she smelled a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine. , Gu Qingyi was even more puzzled:
"Pharmaceutical jar? Aunt Zhou, are you feeling unwell? If you feel unwell, don't suffer by yourself. You must go to the hospital."

Aunt Zhou quickly waved her hand and explained:
"No, I'm in good health. I don't have any colds or colds all year round. This Chinese medicine belongs to my husband."

"Shi Yan's?" Gu Qingyi thought she heard it wrong, her eyes widened.